Pranab k c br 12082011 br br Doors closed br windows pane stiff with silence br sound of near past in the whole background br roaring the wilds they became two the different genders br and a shadow of soft dear palm slowly catering br the dish of urgency of coming back again br br no footsteps, no movement of rattling wind even br no probability of assuming the ecstatic appearance br embodiment of any longing or embarrassing embrace br of lamentable constipation of those sensuous past-moments br br no the grave with dirty rust of dust and condemnable clarity br but a passion simply old with punctuating accentuation br of love, more than love or no-love paradox br tuned with superb and intensified expression br confined in the cage of acceptance and rejection br br door closed but opens an opening br wide with no-door ever been build anywhere br where you me they're playing altogether br naked with no-flesh, illuminating strictly the light-particles br beyond the hazards of birth rebirth and death.br br Pranab K.